CHAPTER 32: MORE PLEASE

Braelyn’s POV

He kissed me for a moment. My brain didn’t know how to respond. But his soft lips were already entangled with mine. I didn’t know why; maybe it was the vulnerability or the storm. I couldn’t move either.

His lips were warm. The only sound was the soft hum of the refrigerator and the quiet storm outside. His kiss wasn’t forceful, it was almost hesitant, almost as if he was waiting for me to pull away. Willing to stop at the slightest protest.

He was testing uncharted territories.

Every thought screamed that I should shove him, but my body stayed still, frozen in that thin line between guilt and need. Refusing to listen to the reasons I always chanted like a mantra

His lips didn’t linger for long, but that kiss took something I could never regain again. He pulled back, but he didn’t move far. His forehead rested lightly against mine, breaths tangled.

"I shouldn’t have done that," he muttered, voice low and hoarse. There was no regret in his eyes.

"You think?" I whispered, inwardly laughing at myself but my voice cracked halfway through. My heart was still racing too fast for logic.

Lucien’s eyes searched mine, dark and unreadable. "You’re right. But you didn’t stop me either and I couldn’t stop myself either."

He wasn’t wrong. I hated that.

I turned away, clutching the edge of the counter, trying to steady myself. "That... shouldn’t have happened."

"Maybe not." He leaned back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips but it didn’t reach his eyes. "But it did."

I wanted to argue, to push him away, to remind him that I was still Raphael’s wife, that this was wrong on every possible level. But when I met his gaze again, I saw no mockery there, only quiet defiance.

"Lucien," his name rolled out of my lips. He didn’t move away. He smelled like spice and rain. His damp clothes clung to his body.

His lips parted, and he closed those eyes and didn’t waver. They were filled with something I hadn’t seen in a long while. It was a desire, how much I craved to be looked at like that, but it was from the wrong man.

"What are we doing?" I asked the question trying to shuffle off the stool. He held his hands, lifted me off the stool, and pushed the plate away. Lucien settled me on the countertop, his hand caging me between while he loomed over.

"We are playing a dangerous game which might end up hurting us and those around us." He admitted his hand cupped my cheeks.

"And I don’t mind." He said I gasped at his words. Lucien’s Adam’s apple bobbled, his face crooked in my neck. My skin got hypersensitive to every touch, like there were jolts of electricity running through my spine.

"Have you ever been fucked on a kitchen counter before?" He asked, leaving me dumbfounded; he wasn’t joking.

"We can’t..it is..." His hand touched my lips forcing my words back. "Is it that you can’t or won’t?" He asked, and I bit my lips then slowly glanced away.

"This is wrong." Yes, it was an open marriage. Yes, I was hurt, but I didn’t know I was ready to cross that line.

His breath fanned over my skin, soft kisses lingered on my skin as he kissed his way to my ear. A moan interrupted my words as my brain stopped working. When was the last time I was touched like this?

The heat and lust were eating me quickly. When he got to my ears, he nibbled slightly, causing me to whimper. "That’s why it feels right. In this game, there is no line between right and wrong. Just for tonight forget Raphael and this family and just think of yourself." He whispered like a sacred sin.

His kisses weren’t letting me even think straight. I let him consume me without even knowing, my body was leaning into his kisses and reacting in a way it should not.

A warmth was already pooling between my legs. My folds ached to be touched and wept desperately. He captured my lips again while his hand roamed around my body.

Lucien parted my legs. His presence standing in between made me more conscious of his presence.

He slowly lifted the sheer fabric of the night gown, his hand moved at a teasing pace between my thighs while he drowned me in his kisses.

I could feel the warmth from his body inching closer to my panties. Lucien tugged them. The linen tugged against my clit, and I gasped into his mouth, which also swallowed.

God, I wanted to press my legs together, but a freaking man was standing in between. He didn’t touch my fold, just played with the straps of my panties, forcing them to tighten on my clit. Tears stung my eyes as I moaned.

He left lips to whisper into my ears. "Breath, Lynn, and take it slowly. Feel every second." He whispered his lustful sin, his hand slowly moving up my warm stomach until he cupped one of my bosoms, squeezed it not so gently but enough to make my tits mad.

My head fell back as I held onto the counter, moaning without a care in the world. He hummed his budge against my cunt enough to feel him, enough to make me go nuts with pleasure.

My eyes rolled back as I slowly rode the euphoria to the clouds. He continued rubbing against me while his hand played with my bosom.

Soft wetness touched my tit, my head was wiped, and I was surprised. His tongue was rolling over my perky nipples through the fabric. He bit it, mixing the feeling of pain with pleasure, before covering it with his mouth while his hand attended to the other.

My breath was raspy, and I could feel his budge getting bigger against the folds, which were wet like a river.

My fingers tangled into his wet hair, letting myself be consumed. Tonight might be a sin I would love to forget tomorrow.

"More please..." I whimpered.